Voices

A passenger on the highjacked plane
Makes a call to his mother,
Announces himself by his full name
To tell her that he loves her.

The buildings in flames, strangers share phones
On the precipice of death.
As the smoke grows thick, they each call home –
Please watch after our kids.

The phone makes angels of everyone –
Voices unattached to flesh.
Stripped of our mortal meat and bone,
Isn’t that tenderness?